Don’t Mess with the Yordles

　　 Under Azir's manipulation, the yellow sand faded like a tide. Nashlamé didn't sink into the ground, it was only buried by the erosion of three thousand years of wind and sand.

　　 With Azir's spellcasting, the capital of the once great empire faded away from the coat of yellow sand, and finally revealed its true colors again and began to shine again.

　　 The yellow sand faded away clean, and there was not a single particle left on the old buildings, and even the other traces were wiped out. The buildings that had been buried for more than three thousand years were completely renewed, as if time never passed by.

Azir walked back to the golden emperor’s avenue. The earliest rulers of Shurima, the giant statues of his ancestors, were watching his progress from both sides, and Nasus and Lekton followed closely. Behind him.

　　Walking on the Emperor's Road, Azir's memory returned to the moment he had been stagnant for more than three thousand years.

　　 At that time, he was full of spirits. A guard of honor composed of 10,000 elite soldiers followed closely behind him, and the cheers from the crowd resounded throughout Nashrama.

　　 The moment of glory that was supposed to belong to him was stolen, and now it has become a ghost town. What have his people experienced?

Azir didn't want to believe it, but the ending was ready to come out. Nasus, Renekton, and Master Reid behind him, including the traitor, all proved the ending, but he still had to see it in person. .

　　 Azir moved forward firmly, every step forward, his scepter would strike a lonely tone, echoing non-stop on the empty streets of the once prosperous capital.

Azir raised his scepter and ordered the sand and dust under the rocks on the roadside to rise with the wind, creating living figures. These are images of the past and echoes of Shurima's physical form. The memory of yellow sand is never Would deceive him.

　　 The human figure made up of sand and dust looked forward, and the figures all looked in the direction of the huge sun disk.

　　 The disc of the sun has been raised by him and hung again in the sky not far away, showing off the glory and power of the empire, but no citizens of the empire can see it anymore.

Azir continued to move on the Emperor’s Avenue. The sand-and-dust figures pointed to the distant sun disk. The joy on their faces gradually turned into fear. People opened their mouths and screamed silently. They turned and fled. Falling and crawling, Azir watched everything in the desperate silence, watching the dying moment of his people.

Behind Azir, Nasus and Renekton watched all this happen quietly. When the two of them came to Nasrami, it was already over. So in this desperate scene, the two of them It was also the first time I saw that this made both brothers feel sad.

The people of Shurima were instantly obliterated by an invisible energy, and then turned into dust and disappeared with the wind. Azir couldn't help closing his eyes. All of this was because of his failure to ascend, because of the hateful The betrayal of the traitor.

　　 Azir has accepted the reality, but he still has to read all this, he has to figure out what the situation is at that time, this is the responsibility of an emperor.

　　 Azir's eyes gradually became firm, his steps became firmer, because they had reached the base of the ascending stairs, and the truth was on the platform above the stairs.

He allowed Renekton and Nasus to accompany him. Only his most trusted soldiers, priests and royal blood were allowed to climb these steps, and the sand and dust images of these relatives are now moving along this road. Lined up.

　　 Each of them looked up at the sky, with painful expressions and moaning silently, and then they were also blown away by the wind.

　　 Azir's footsteps paused, and then accelerated the speed of the climb. The sand formed a human form, and was immediately destroyed, repeating on both sides of his path.

　　 Soon, they reached the top platform, where Azir saw the last group of spectators in a circle.

　　 Azir couldn't hold on anymore, he knelt down limply, his family appeared in front of him, presented in a perfect scene, and the real details were heartbreaking.

　　 He has just been pregnant with his newly pregnant wife, her shy daughter is holding his wife's hand tightly, and his son is holding his head high and he is about to grow up.

　　 "Sorry, Your Majesty Azir."

　　 Nasus has a complicated look, and Rekton is the same. The heroic prince is also his student.

　　 Azir was limp on the ground, looking at the realistic images in horror. He wanted to stop what happened next, but he knew that he couldn't do it at all.

He could only look like this, seeing his daughter hiding her face in his wife’s skirt, his son reached for his saber and yelled in surprise, while his wife...she widened. The eyes are full of sadness and despair.

　　 Then something invisible completely destroyed them, the smoke disappeared, and those images turned into dust again.

This is the unbearable burden of life, but Azir has no tears in his eyes. His shape after ascending no longer possesses this simple function of expressing grief. He feels extremely heavy, but he still stands up with difficulty. Rejected the support of the Nasus and Renekton brothers.

　　 "Xeras."

　　 Azir's voice became hoarse with anger.

　　 "Your sins are unforgivable!"

　　 Azir looked at Master Reed who followed, and looked at the strange spirit body held by Master Reed in his hands. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 At this time, Azir's heart and eyes did not have a trace of old feelings, there was no trace of hesitation, and some were just hatred, hatred to the culprit responsible for all this.

　　 But he didn't move his hands, but continued to move forward, and then stopped at a position a step away under the altar, quietly watching everything re-interpreted by the yellow sand in front of him.

　　 He saw himself as a mortal, saw himself stepping into the ascension ceremony, and saw that he was gradually transforming.

　　 Then, a figure formed by sand and dust appeared. It was his most trusted servant, his wizard Xerath.

　　 Then he saw his friend pronounce a word, and then his ascending mortal body was shattered like glass and exploded into fine sand-like dust.

　　 Azir took a deep breath. Although he had already accepted this answer, he was still deeply shocked after seeing all this with his own eyes, and he only felt as if he had been hit hard.

　　 The phantom of Xerath made up of sand and dust rose higher and higher, and the energy of the sun disk was concentrated on him, and the brutal sand and dust shock wave burst out, disintegrating the final afterimage of Shurima, and everything turned into dust.

　　 "It's really wonderful."

　　 Reid sighed untimely, but this is his heartfelt sigh. This ability to read historical images through yellow sand really makes people have to sigh.

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